Reflection

I know you’ve noticed that I haven’t written for some time. I suppose I could say that I have so much on my mind that I just didn’t know where to start, however, that would be untrue.

I just didn’t want to spew anger. I heard the man say that those who voted for Trump were being disenfranchised and I got angry.

I saw the insurrection and I got angry.

I saw Covid numbers and mutations arise and I got angry.

I lost more people to a virus we just weren’t prepared for and I got angry.

Angry anger consumed my thoughts. It seeped into the corners of my heart and came out swinging.

None of this is new. People worship many things so Donald Trump isn’t the oddest. Jim Jones, David Koresh, Adolph Hitler all had the ability to awaken some horrible dark thing deep down in the heart of people. Heck, some had sex and were branded all in the name of good business.

(I’m thinking)

Then there’s Jeopardy. I DVR it. The guest host thing is bothering me because I don’t care for what appears to be dating to find the new replacement. Ken doesn’t do it for me.

See? Now you know … rambling thoughts.

I think I need a big mug of mulled cider.

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I wrote my very first novel in the third grade. I remember that it went the way of most loaned one of a kind books written in a ringed notebook. Many years later I lost yet another one that very same way. I no longer "loan" any of my original manuscripts. I'm presently working to finish each and everything I've started by the summer. There truly isn't any reason why I can't achieve that goal. It's been far too, no comments Cece Buffie... I know Girl. My Ace Boon... well you know LOVE YOU, LADY! I am happily married with children, a dog, and a turtle. View more posts